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Ode to Emma and Elegy for Youth

May 1, 2018

My youth? I hear it mostly


In the bells of her springtime giggles


I smell it mostly


In the sun-soaked sky and


Stepped-on skunkweed


I taste it mostly


In the summertime dust mote


Air

 

I feel it mostly


In the time-ravaged skin


Of tire-swing trees


I see it mostly


In the luminous aqua

 

Windows


Of my sister’s first

 

Creation

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